I descended, our lips meeting in a crescendo of passion, our tongues forcing their way into each other’s mouths like they were searching desperately for something. We kissed intensely. We kissed ravenously. We kissed in the way that only two people who have thought about it for years can kiss. We were making up for years of lost time. Her mouth was like a well, and I dove into it again and again for the life-giving nectar it contained. We were both panting for air by the time we finished.
“Can you believe we’re doing this?” she said. “It’s like a dream.”
“I knew it. I knew you wanted it too,” I gasped between kisses.
“Wanted it? Grant, if only you knew.”
I reached up under her dress, my hands sliding over her thighs like an invading army. They didn’t stop until they reached the lace of her panties. She rose up, and I pulled them down over her knees in a single motion.
“You’re eager,” she said, shyness in her voice.
I began opening my belt. “Lacey, when this cock slides into you, it’s going to explode.”
She looked up at me defiantly. “Then do it.”
She made to take off her dress but I stopped her.
“No,” I said. “Keep it on. If there’s one thing more arousing than fucking you, Lacey, it’s fucking you in a wedding dress.”
She was about to say something but stopped herself. I’d never know what it was that she was about to say, because by then my body had taken over. I opened my belt and pants and pulled out the full length and girth of my manhood.
She gasped when she saw it.
“I know,” I said.
“Grant, you’re massive.”
I winked. “I know, Lacey,” I said again. “I’m a mother-fucking monster.”
Chapter 7
Lacey
WHAT DID HE MEAN? When he said he wanted to fuck me in a wedding dress, what did he mean by that? I felt dizzy. I couldn’t think straight. Was this really happening?
I watched, lying on my back on the hay, as he opened the pants of his tuxedo and extracted the largest cock I ever dreamed I’d see. It was long and thick, tanned in color, with a shag of hair at the base. Big veins pulsed along its length.
It terrified me. I had to stop him. If he put that thing inside me it would kill me. It was more like a weapon than an organ of love.
“I’m going to wrap you around this cock, Lacey. It’s going to wear you.”
I laughed. He had that mischievous look on his face again.
“Grant, if you stick that limb inside me it’s going to kill me.”
“I know it’s terrifying, sweetheart, but trust me, you can take it.”
My heart skipped a beat when he called me sweetheart. I felt as if I’d been waiting my whole life to hear him call me that. It sounded so right.
“Take your time,” I whispered.
He nodded. “I’m not going to hurt you, Lacey.”
“Talk dirty to me again,” I said, surprised that I had the boldness to say such a thing.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“All right, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to you.”
“Tell me,” I whispered.
His hands were up under my dress, holding my thighs gently but firmly. I could feel his fingers creeping upward toward my bare vagina.
“I’m going to violate you, Lacey. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do, and tonight, under this blue moon, I’m finally going to allow myself to do it.”
I looked down at the monstrous cock between his legs. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that thing inside my body.
“Did you hear what I said?” he said.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I said I’m going to violate you.”
“Yes,” I whispered again.
“I don’t think you even know what that means.”
“Then tell me.”
“Well, first off, I don’t have a condom.”
“What?” I gasped.
“You heard me, Lacey. No condom. We’re going skin to skin, my naked cock inside your bare *.”
“What?”
“That’s what I said. I’m going to violate you.”
“Grant, what if something happens?”
I gasped as his fingers found the lips of my * and he gently brushed his fingers over them.
“We’re going to risk it, Lacey. We’re going to let God decide. If something happens, it happens.”
“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Grant.”
It was true. Grant was always cool, always calm and collected. He didn’t do a thing without working out all the possibilities and permutations. He didn’t leap without looking. He didn’t take risks.
“This is a chance we’re going to take, Lacey. You and I together. If something happens, if there’s a consequence to our action, we’ll handle it together.”
My heart was pounding. What was he saying? Did he want to have a baby with me? Was that it? Because this was supposed to be our little secret. This was supposed to be one night and one night only.
“I’m not saying I know what’s going to happen, Lacey. I’m not saying I want anything to happen. I’m just saying, we’ve waited our whole lives for a chance. For this one chance. And I’m not going to play it safe. If we’re taking a risk together, if we’re trusting each other in one mindless, crazy night of passion, then I want it to be all or nothing.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Do you understand?” he said.